Xu Baichuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to say.

He does have a lot of enemies, and they all want to put him to death, but in the end, they all die under his sword, so it can be regarded as having no enemies.

And he is sharpening his sword here, there is another reason, and it is not convenient to disclose, even if the person who asked him is Zuo Siyao, it can't be said.

Zuo Siyao is not the kind of person who breaks the casserole and asks to the end, Xu Baichuan doesn't want to say it, so he simply skips this topic, but starts to talk about what he has experienced in the past few days.

It's not that I talk a lot, but I am happy when I meet my colleagues, so I say a lot.

Xu Baichuan listened quietly on the side and didn't bother, but as Zuo Siyao told Yang Yi of the Demon Domain about slaying the dragon, Xu Baichuan couldn't help but be surprised on his face.

He was full of thoughts about how high Yang Yi's realm should be now, a trace of sword qi could kill a demon cultivator in the same realm, and even so, he still had the strength to swing his sword at the big demon.

Just listening to the verbal description, it is very unusual, if it is a scene, how magnificent it is.

Thinking of this, Xu Baichuan sighed and looked down at the autumn breeze in his hand.

In fact, he can do it now, but he only has about one sword, and if he wants to reach the level of Yang Yi, he will have to go at least another hundred years.

Xu Baichuan sorted out his thoughts, and then asked, "Are you going to attend the Great Dynasty Meeting?"

Zuo Siyao nodded and said with a smile: "I came with a senior." ”

Xu Baichuan thought thoughtfully, "Senior Yi Qingzhu?"

"That's right, in fact, there are not only this senior, but also three other people. ”

Xu Baichuan thought about it, and his expression was a little strange, he knew a lot about Zuo Siyao, and he also knew that Yang Yi let Deng Chunyao return to his soul, and now Zuo Siyao said this, is it possible...... Deng Chunyao is also there?

Looking at Xu Baichuan's strange expression, Zuo Siyao quickly understood his thoughts, felt a little helpless, and couldn't help complaining about Yang Yi in his heart.

If Yang Yi hadn't let Deng Chunyao return to his soul, he wouldn't have caused so much trouble along the way.

Zuo Siyao shook his head, throwing away the distracting thoughts in his heart, he didn't plan to think about it anymore, anyway, the wood was already in the boat, no matter how he shook it, he couldn't get rid of it, so he could only accept the reality.

"Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, but after the trouble is dealt with, I will take you to meet Yi Qingzhu senior, what do you think?"

Xu Baichuan shook his head and refused, "No need, I have something to do tomorrow." ”

The words are conclusive and categorical.

Hearing this, Zuo Siyao frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything, but in his heart, he connected the previous sword sharpening matter.

It seems that this kid is indeed in trouble.

The two talked for about an hour, and only when the sound of the watch sounded, Zuo Siyao walked away.

Xu Baichuan carried the autumn breeze and looked at the dim sky through the window, with a small light in his eyes.

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On the second day, in the morning, the great court meeting was held as scheduled, and after the hundred officials saw the ceremony, the state capitals fought for the position of the lord of the state capital in the school field, and all this was not only seen by the emperor of the Great Zhou, but also by the saint above the clouds.

The Confucian sage Chen Wen sat on top of the clouds, looking at the people below the clouds, his expression calm.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

Beside him, there was a cloud of ink suspended in it, absorbing the luck of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and wanted to take shape from it.

The saints of the world, as long as they step into this realm, will have their own unique holy weapons, and the magic weapons used before sanctification, even if they are sanctified together, can only be regarded as half a holy weapon.

So he was going to refine a holy artifact.

With and without a holy weapon in hand, there is a huge difference in combat power between the two.

As the Great Dynasty Meeting was held, as time slowly passed, as the luck inhaled more and more, the cloud of ink gradually took shape.

It is a stone monument.

There are countless sages and sages written on it, and it is very magnificent.

Chen Wen smiled on his face, nodded slightly, stretched out his hand to take out this stone tablet, and felt that the trip had been completed, so he planned to leave this place.

It's just that before he could make a move, an invisible qi machine came out of the air, and it happened to hit the stone tablet.

Cracks suddenly appeared on the stele, and a lot of luck flowed back.

Chen Wen was stunned, inexplicably surprised, and inevitably angry.

Above the clouds, the wind and clouds suddenly surged, and the sky darkened in an instant.

This is the wrath of a saint, and there are not many people in this world who can withstand it.

Da Zhou Tianzi sat on the dragon chair, looking at the clouds through the high dome, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

In the Forbidden City, this Great Zhou Tianzi is equivalent to a saint, with good luck and good luck, and his combat power is not bad.

At the beginning of the Great Dynasty Meeting, the Great Zhou Tianzi felt a little strange, as if the luck between heaven and earth was being swallowed up by a black hole.

There is only so much luck in total, with a little, there will be a little less, if you want to regenerate, but it is difficult and difficult, and now it has disappeared out of thin air, how can it not arouse the curiosity of this Great Zhou Tianzi.

Therefore, the Great Zhou Tianzi merged with Qi Luck and began to track down the initiators, and after learning that Chen Wen was using Qi Yun to refine holy weapons, the Great Zhou Tianzi was furious.

On weekdays, you three sects use Qi Luck to cultivate, and I don't say anything, after all, there is an agreement, but now you are actually consuming the Qi Luck Refinery in front of me, that is against the rules.

It is a matter of course.

Not only that, Da Zhou Tianzi also felt that his strength was too small, so he shouldn't show mercy just now, but should directly smash the stone tablet.

This can be done, after all, the stele was formed by borrowing the luck of the Great Zhou, and it has not yet completely fallen into Chen Wen's control, as long as the power is greater just now, the stele will definitely be completely dispersed into luck, not the cracks now.

Here, Da Zhou Tianzi is annoyed, and above the clouds is angry.

Chen Wen's face was gloomy, and he touched the cracks on the stone tablet, which was very heartbroken.

Angry, he decided to ask clearly.

Chen Wen is a scholar, he likes to be reasonable all his life, and he looks like this good man on weekdays, but this does not mean that he will not be angry.

Today, Chen Wen decided to be unreasonable.

Then, the saint held the stele in one hand, carrying the things of the wind and clouds, and wanted to fall in the Forbidden City.

At the same time, in a hidden place in the Forbidden City, Sun Fu suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the constantly flickering candles in the ancestral temple, his face full of surprise.

I was trembling, and I didn't know whether I was happy or scared, but I thought it was mostly scared.

The candle flame in the ancestral temple usually does not move, unless there is a major event.

And this great event is that a saint has descended on the Forbidden City.

Could it be that the three religions are about to tear their faces?

Sun Fu was stunned, thinking about how to deal with it.

But soon, the candle flame began to calm down again, as if nothing had ever happened before, which made Sun Fu very puzzled.

What's wrong with these ancestors? Are you having convulsions? Nothing to scare Lao Tzu?

Of course, Sun Fu only dared to think about this sentence in his heart, and he didn't intend to make a noise, even if he was the only one in this ancestral temple, he didn't dare to say it.

After all, there are gods three feet above their heads, not to mention that this is in the ancestral temple, if you really say these words, I'm afraid the end will not be too pleasant.

In the Jinluan Palace, Da Zhou Tianzi also felt curious, Chen Wen clearly wanted to come down just now, and now he is staying in the clouds, which is very weird.

What the Great Zhou Tianzi thinks, there may be many people guessing, but at this moment, Chen Wen did not have this time to think, nor did he have time to go to Xingshi to ask for guilt, but frowned and looked around the clouds, a little puzzled.

Just now, when he was about to fall into the Forbidden City, the saint felt a dripping momentum.

It has a lethal killing machine.

This is very unusual, you must know that he is a saint, there are very few people in the world who can kill him, and there is no reason for this murder, but he knows that it is indeed true.

Therefore, he extinguished the desire to enter the Forbidden City to discuss the law, and continued to stay in the clouds.

At the same time, the broken stone tablet in his hand shines brightly.

At this time, he had a faint guess in his heart.

The three sects have always shared the same hatred, and although they are constantly fighting, they will never kill the saints, so this killing intent cannot be emanated by the other saints.

Then there is only one left.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Chen Wen's mouth.

If it was that person, it would all be a no-brainer.